Xia Wan'an was stunned by Han Jingnian's baffling actions.
It was a little while before Han Jingnian moved his forehead away from hers.
When Xia Wan'an looked at Han Jingnian again, she noticed that his facial expression had become somewhat relaxed, as if he had let go of some sort of worry.
So... was Han Jingnian's recent gesture meant to check if her fever had subsided?
Xia Wan'an's heart started to beat rapidly, and she stared blankly at Han Jingnian.
It wasn't until the bowl she was holding was nudged that she came back to her senses and saw that Han Jingnian was taking the porridge she was handing him.
Seeing his hand wrapped in bandages, her heart softened, and she sat by the bed. "I'll feed you."
Those three simple words made Han Jingnian's eyes light up, as if they were holding the starlit night sky itself.
Xia Wan'an spooned some porridge, blew on it first, and then fed it to Han Jingnian.
